The Starry Night

Original

About a month ago, my wife and I bought "The Starry Night" - reproduction. My first impression was good. It's a bit abstract and colourful. I didn't know this paint was from Van Gogh until I paid. Oh.. This paint from famous painter, suddenly I felt we are moving to the upper grade, but of course not. 

Reproduction

After doing some research, "The Starry Night" was drawn by Vincent Van Gogh. Vincent Van Gogh, I know him. He is a famous artist. That's all I know. 

Overview at my sitting room

The Starry Night painting depicts the view outside his sanitorium room window at Saint-Rémy-de-Provence at night, although it was painted from memory during the day.Some analyst said the Starry Night, the blue color theme represent unhappy. The thick and depth brush to paint on the sky represent anxiety. The tree, platycladus, painted like a dark tongues of fire which also gives people discomfort feeling. However, below the rolling hills of the horizon lies a small town. There is a peaceful essence flowing from the structures. Some said swirl cloud in the center similar to V838 Monocerotis. According to Wikipedia, V838 Monocerotis is a red variable about 20,000 light years (6 kpc) from the Sun, and possibly one of the largest known stars. 

In my conclusion, my wife and I like this paint so much. Because it's a reproduction paint, the colour is a bit different than the original. In fact, it is more colourful which we like the most. We can tell people we have a Van Gogh paint at our home, but it's a reproduction. lol

Last I want to share one of my favourite songs. I think it will be great playing this song in my sitting room. 

Vincent (Starry Starry Night) by Don McLean

Starry, starry night.

Paint your palette blue and grey,

Look out on a summer's day,

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,

Sketch the trees and the daffodils,

Catch the breeze and the winter chills,

In colors on the snowy linen land. 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they'll listen now. 

Starry, starry night.

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze,

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,

Weathered faces lined in pain,

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they'll listen now. 

For they could not love you,

But still your love was true.

And when no hope was left in sight

On that starry, starry night,

You took your life, as lovers often do.

But I could have told you, Vincent,

This world was never meant for one

As beautiful as you. 

Starry, starry night.

Portraits hung in empty halls,

Frameless head on nameless walls,

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.

Like the strangers that you've met,

The ragged men in the ragged clothes,

The silver thorn of bloody rose,

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they're not listening still.

Perhaps they never will...